At about 10 o'clock in the morning the sun threw a bright dust-laden bar through one of the side windows and in and out of the beam flies shot like rushing stars.

Well, I never seen one guy take so much trouble for another guy. I just like to know what your interest is.

What freedom men and women could have, were they not constantly tricked and trapped and enslaved and tortured by their sexuality! The only drawback in that freedom is that without it one would not be a human. One would be a monster.

A good writer always works at the impossible.

Just set one day's work in front of the last day's work. That's the way it comes out. And that's the only way it does.

When you know a friend is there you do not go to see him. Then he's gone and you blast your conscience to shreds that you did not see him.

The clouds appeared and went away, and in a while they did not try anymore.